Rest Area Barber by Derkx

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Rest Area Barber
by Derkx

This is fiction but what if it weren’t?

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I was driving along an endless divided highway, headed home. I’d just made an obligatory visit to relatives I didn’t know very well but didn’t much like. They were extremely opinionated and talked incessantly about people and events that were local to them and unfamiliar to me. What I needed to purge the visit from my existence was something different â€" some change that was personal for myself alone.

I was already over three hours into my drive when I noticed something unusual. There was signs along the way giving notice of upcoming rest areas and the amenities offered there. Like most, this sign listed the gasoline brand, the convenience shop, the hamburger and doughnut franchises, and so on. This sign, however, included a barber shop:
BUZZZ
military haircuts

That was most unusual. Who ever heard of a service plaza offering barber services? I doubted whether the business was there for the convenience of service members. There were no military bases nearby and those I know about surely had their own barbers.

I was intrigued. I told myself it was time for a break anyway (even though I was already most of the way home) so I could take a short diversion to see whether this was real or some kind of joke. I drove the few more miles then exited into the service plaza and parked.

As I walked towards the entrance I automatically ran a hand through my hair. I had thick hair that my styled as a businessman’s cut, a typical style at work although it felt bulky and, I thought, made me look like a member of a slightly older generation. But it was a standard, acceptable style and I had no need for a haircut that day.

Once I was inside the building I had to look for the barber shop, which was almost hidden on one side. There it was: BUZZZ. Signs posted around the shop featured photos of present-day men with clippered haircuts. No vintage reproductions, just modern examples. There was also a price menu which listed a variety of haircuts all at the same price.

How about that? This place really existed and was apparently legit!

I was obvious standing in the broad doorway and scanning the shop.

"Come on in!" the barber near me invited me. He was young and strikingly good-looking with a crisp haircut of his own â€" an inch on top barely combed to one side and sides and back buzzed nearly bald. "Have a seat. Grab a soda or coffee. Watch as long as you like while you contemplate . . . things."

"Things?"

"Things. You know. Like how you’d really like to have your hair cut. . . . If you were going to, that is."

I didn’t know how to respond to that. This barber didn’t seem to mind if I just stayed there a while watching men’s hair being cut. Which was exactly what I wanted to do. I wasn’t thirsty but I was aroused and tempted to.

"It’s all right," the client in the barber chair said. "I understand what you’re feeling. I don’t mind if you watch. Name’s Craig."

I introduced myself and we shook hands before the barber instructed me to sit so he could do his work.

"All this was me," Craig gestured to the mounds of dark hair surrounding the base of the barber chair. "When I saw this place I couldn’t resist. All that hair was over my ears and neck and getting into my eyes. I think I’m gonna like this #3 buzz." The barber was going over the #3 buzz on Craig’s crown and starting on shortening the sides and back proportionately shorter.

"Looks good," I commented. I never complimented men on their haircuts and so felt a bit awkward. "Looks sexy."

Craig laughed. "Thanks. . . . What are you considering for a haircut? And don’t say you didn’t intend to get a haircut today. If you’re anything like me, you’ve been wishing for a really short cut for long time."

"I . . . I . . ."

Craig turned to the barber. "What do you think it should be?"

The barber looked at me. He noticed that I’d been paying very close attention as he shaved the nape of Craig’s neck. "I’d say a high-and-tight. Definitely. . . . with a bald fade."

"Perfect!"

"I don’t know . . ."

Nothing further was said until Craig’s haircut was finished and he came over to where I was sitting.

"Go on," he prodded me. "Your turn." When I hesitated he grabbed my arm and pulled me up. "Don’t look so worried. There’s nothing to it. I’ll be right here waiting. And watching." With that he pushed me towards the barber’s chair.

Without objecting I sat and let the barber wrap his cape over me. I didn’t have a chance to say anything further. These two men had already decided my fate.

The barber applied his clippers with no guard my head, shaving a line at the top of the sides all around my head. Then he shaved off all the hair from that line down. I watched as abundant inches of my thick hair joined Craig’s on the nearby floor. I could speak up to save enough hair on top to comb, like the barber’s own style, but I wasn’t quick enough. I couldn’t even see which guard the barber was using but I felt it against my scalp as the clippers plunged into the crown of my head. No more hair covering my eyes. I’d be lucky if there was enough hair left to be visible.

I had a throbbing erection and was barely able to hold back when the barber stropped his straight razor and shaved the back and sides of my head smooth and naked. What had I let him do to me?

When the barber finished and released me, I was ready to escape and reflect in private on what had happened. Craig didn’t let me. He grabbed my arm and pulled me down to the seat next to him.

"Let’s enjoy this. There are other customers and I believe we’re all of the same mindset."

He was right. Other men had been enticed by the unexpected barber shop and were just as enthralled by watching the haircutting. While we were there, an additional barber come on and we got to watch a number of buzzed haircuts as well as two headshaves of men with full hair!

After about two hours it was time to move on. Craig and I exchanged contact info and we parted, for the time being, with handshakes and head rubs.

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